Subtle sighs, as skins react
Caught in the balance, arms stretched, with ease
Hair flowing gently, as her head tilts awry
The look on her face, says she set her sights high
She is able to move, with such elegant grace
While the look in his eyes, is the only trace
Of a love, so possessive, he wants her, his own
Yet, she wants no part, so he leaves, quite alone
For he knows it’s not him, and it will never be
She is tied to no man, the dance sets her free.
Rushing to meet
A man made of white.
Top hat upon his head
Eyes of coal, a carrot nose,
Mittened hands, endless snowball fights
Days of youth, returning within us.
The bustle of the holiday season.
The coming together of family,
Dearest to our hearts, celebrating
A thankfulness, many blessings
Each one, a mere fragment, of
Years gone by, call to mind
All who have gathered
Bringing with them
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!! I am truly blessed to know all of you! ❤
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